I watch her play
She plays happily...

His wallet containing four hundred pounds,
Blasting in his ear, Hip Hop sounds...

These words that have been spoken,
I can't say them anymore...

I wonder if my life will ever get better,
I must find a long lasting cure...

As I walk these streets at night,
My spirit wants to give up the fight...

Washed away are my dreams,
They didn't want to come true it seems...

The lonely man on the moon,
The sad expression up above...

A son is hated, driven insane.
The schizophreniac became...

They say the father rose instead
and falling over, struck his head...

Can't you see?
That this is not me...

A pinprick of a star hits the black,
Bright and twinkling...

How could you do this to us?
How could you send us out there...